featuring Turk

[Juvenile]

It's world war III where I'ma be with 2 stars

better tighten up your act you bout to get loose fool

Move all your valuables cuz them boyz at your throat with them calicos

I mean me myself i just don't wanna see nobody get hurt

Wanna live? Keep your black ass from out of my turf

You look like wanna of them boyz that ain't never been fucked over

I'm bout to change that send that boy to THA NOLIA

Put a pistol in his face, make em' empty out his pockets

If he think we fakin, he gon' know after we cock it

And come to the DJ, but if you wanna score something,

Get my peeps laid cuz we make motherfuckers catch the cut quick

Might laugh with ya but we ain't to be trusted

I tie my solja rag tight around my head man

Now I'm gettin processed with a red band

CHORUS (Juvenile)

We release with amminition when our beef is in site

Way up in your jurisdiction, bout to turn up the light

No vest, no chest wootay, jeopardize your life

Now we ain't got to explain it to ya, this for everybody

Throw ya sets up nigga, throw ya sets up

Throw ya sets up nigga, throw ya sets up

But throw ya sets up nigga, throw ya sets up

But throw ya sets up nigga, throw ya sets up

[Turk]

Solja's be camoflaugin'

Hittin blocks realla, they be bout ridin

YOu get chopped realla, at any timein'

Cuz in THAT NOLIA they play tha game raw

No more beats closin shop when the beef start

Ah, ah, I don't think you're ready for these niggaz

LDTC-6 coated wild willas

Head bustas, and wig spltitas where I'm from

Choppas max, with red dots in the drum

Playinin it raw with dope

That's how we play it,